So Eva wasn't Mr. Cook's mistress after all.
She was the woman he cherished!
Hazel suddenly felt like a pathetic joke.
She'd actually plotted to make Mr. Cook fire Eva.
What a self-inflicted disaster!
As if Mr. Cook would ever let Eva go.
Hazel's face drained of color—she desperately wished she'd never entered the office today, never pulled that idiotic stunt yesterday.
"You accused Eva of mailing your bid to Braelight," Ethan said, his deceptively calm tone razor-sharp. "But she's only been here a week. How could she possibly magic up an address from nowhere? Unless you gave her the wrong one. Right, Hazel?"
Each syllable crawled like ice down her neck.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Cook! I'll fix this—the company won't lose the project, I promise—"
"Collect your severance from HR. Effecti
